"Honey guess what I'm getting?!?"
i'm afraid to ask ... so i won't
"I'm getting sideburns!" Papi said and jumped onto the bed.
I honestly looked with all the bleary eyed vision I could, but I didn't see anything. Then Papi continued, "You'll have to get a magnifying glass to see it but it's there!!!"
I rolled my eyes and laughed at my love, and I was immediately reproached, "Don't try to say you can't see it! Don't lie! Honey can you see it?!?"
I finally spoke, "All I see is mole hair."
"HONEY!!!!" Papi yelled and the bed seemed to be having it's very own earthquake as mi esposo crawled up close as possible to be sure there was a cheek stuffed right in my face. Even Sir Bark-A-Lot felt the fear and his eyes widened in fear of the possibility of a giant human trampling him.
I didn't see it, but all of a sudden, Papi was at an angle that enabled me to see something else. My eyes must have bugged out of my head, because my love could tell what I was looking at.
"Yeah! See! Under my chin, I've got more hair!!"
Indeed. There was more hair under my love's chin. Coarse, black hair that was definitely the beginning of my fear of the beard.
I couldn't deny this one. There was definitely hair there, "Yeah, I see it," I said with not as much enthusiasm as my love wished for.
I just can't be happy for it.
Shaggy, stubly, smelly, dirty beard hair is not on my list of 'likes'. We all know that by now.
My love only wants a soul patch, and it seems that's where it's not growing.
i still don't see the sideburns
A soul patch is much different than a full on man hair beard.
I get reports daily about the various people that will either call my love a girl or a boy. It was the same before all the poisons started being injected into my love's body.
I still don't like the hormones.
I still don't like that stuff careening through Papi's blood.
I still have moments where I feel like bargaining.
I guess this means I'm still not past the 5 stages of grief. I'm definitely in a better place than I was in December, but damn!!! I have yet to find utter peace at the end of the path.
rainbows and puppy dogs and my butch back in my arms ...
I know that everyone who has followed my journey says I'm doing well, moving fast, being strong, but I just don't know if I will ever be out of denial.
all i see is my butch
I still don't have pronouns down, and I'm not sure as to when I will.
Well, other than when we get to the Dominican Republic. I'll be speaking in Spanish, so I will be using the proper pronouns there.
I just keep repeating my love's name. I sound like a teen who can't stop talking about her first true love.
And I'll tell you, saying Papi's name over and over, in front of every sentence, non-stop is a bit aggravating to me, so I can't imagine how annoying it must be to others!
None-the-less, I continue to work through this.
My bargaining stage flows in and out, and I never speak it out loud. I just think it, "Maybe you could just be without breasts and forget about this male transformation thing as a whole."
I never say it out loud. I just imagine it.
I envision my love saying, "These hormones aren't giving me a soul patch that I want so there's no point in being on them anymore."
i am a princess in a fairy tale land ...